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OMG You're all doing so well!!! And me? I fell asleep while typing yesterday. Yes, indeed! I was so exhausted yesterday and it was just barely past 10pm!!! Now, I kept on typing while falling asleep, right? What did I type about? Prostitution, that's what. And a pervy ghost.

And now, for all those who actually speak/can read German, the snippet:

"Meine Freundin. Kommt rüber. Gleich, in ein paar Minuten, je nach dem wie gut sie durchkommt. Und hierhier." Max sprach langsam und überdeutlich, was Antti zu einem scharfen Blick veranlasste. Dieser hielt aber nicht sehr lange und er lehnte sich wieder im Bett zurück. "Okay, was auch immer."
Max schnaubte angenervt. "Du musst gehen."
"Ich weiß, dass ich gehen muss. Hat Marv mir erkärt. Aber ansonsten will ich auch gehen, was viel wichtiger ist als alles was du willst."
"Ich rede nicht von dieser Art gehen. Obwohl, ja, doch, tu ich wohl. Aber ich weiß, dass ich wohl kaum kriegen kann oder werde, was ich wirklich will. Daher nehme ich damit vorlieb, dass du draußen im Flur rumschwebst."
"Warum sollte ich das tun?"
"Weil meine Freundin gleich hier ist."
"Und?"
"Ich will meine Ruhe mit meiner Freundin. Die geht dich gar nichts an."
"Und ob. Schließlich will sie anscheinend ja wohl dich haben. Und überhaupt, ich denke ich habe mir ein bisschen was an Action verdient."
"Action?"
"Ja, du, sie, chicki-chicki." Antti wackelte mit den Augenbrauen und zwinkerte Max übertrieben zu. Max brauchte dann einige Sekunden bis das ganze durch seinen Deutschen Stahlschädel drang und er den Kopf in den Nacken legte und "Ah!" ganz lang zog. Zwei Sekunden später verzog er schon wieder das Gesicht. "Ewww. Warte, nein, ewww. Ich hab doch nicht vor dir Sex! Und meine Freundin bestimmt auch nicht! Keiner von uns beide ist im Prostituierten-Gewerbe tätig!"
"Ich würd euch ja auch nicht bezahlen."

Signed up for Yuletide, perhaps foolishly. EEK! Short post today b/c am using my phone to post. More tomorrow!

This entry was originally posted at http://scribbulus-ink.dreamwidth.org/511088.html. It's cross-posted to LJ and IJ, and comments are enabled at all three journals.

Spotted this Harry Cocker by Profound_Yaoi, still WIP and the author said "That's it" for now... and left it hanging for another fic, sigh~ Dog!Harry
( Summary of the said fic and it's kinda cute... is now reading it )

But I couldn't resist. A new, shiny fest, and one all about kinks, too!

So, why resist?

Plus, is this a sizzling hot pic or is this a sizzling hot pic?


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Huh, suddenly got so warm in here ...

*smacks head*

Good news: Starfighter has been updated!

Bad news: I FORGOT ABOUT IT WHEN YULETIDE NOMS CAME AROUND. And it didn't make the list from anyone else either. Arrrgh.

Title: Diamonds, a Club, and a Couple of Hearts
Author: Flora (florahart)
Artist/Mixer: elanorofcastile
Beta(s): Several people have read bits and parts; lauriegilbert has been the most involved culler of commas and shortener of sentences (half of which I defied her about anyway).
Series: Reboot/ST XI
Characters/Pairings: primary pairing is Kirk/McCoy; however, there is a Kirk/Gaila scene and Spock/Uhura and Pike/Number One are referenced.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: mostly just smut (het and slash), AU.
Word Count: ~23,500
Summary: Jim Kirk is a hotshot new shortstop in the Constitution League. His team is young, but they have a lot of potential, and oh by the way, the team doctor? Is hot.
Notes: Written for startrekbigbang. Baseball AU in which all the characters are human, and the setting is some nonspecific time between now and 2258. Lots of nods to various baseball movies mashed up with lots of moments from/rearrangements of ST XI. Lots of other nods to things from the Trek canon (of any timeframe/reality) and para-canon, such as character names and backgrounds. Concept is inell's fault.
Art: here
Fanmix: here

( WriSoMiFu Day 7 - The Process of Determining What to Rec )

MY POST IS NSFW.

But first, a Word Count update! \o/





And now, because you've all been indulging me lately, a tasty snippet.


"Malfoy…Draco? Your cock it's…" Harry smirked, swiping his thumb over the wet head. Malfoy's hips jerked beneath him. "It's crying. It's crying tears of sperm."

A pillow smacked him in the face, and Harry fell over laughing.

"I abhor you, Potter," Malfoy grunted into the mattress.

Harry only laughed harder.


Now, to cut this or not to cut this. That is the question.

( 1.07 The Gift )

• 19:41 apparently my grandpa on my dad's side passed away today #

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Title: Full Moon
Author: alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Summary: Severus is never shy to give his opinion, and neither is Harry.
Word Count: 100
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Er, humor. *g*
A/N: Written for veridian_dair, who yet again managed to successfully guess which fic was mine in the snarry_ldws week 7 competition. Also, please to be excusing the lame title.
Beta: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

( Full Moon )

So, I put up my first post to daily_deviant. For something I wrote quickly (having been obsessed with A Confusion of Will and Desire for the last two months), I'm pretty happy with it, except for the title, which is lame.

Title: Lost and Held
Characters: Sirius, Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Castration, sex, cross-dressing, manipulation
Themes/kinks chosen: Eunuchs/Castrati, Costumes
Word Count: ~5,300
Summary: An accident gives Sirius and Peter a shared secret
Author's notes: November prompts included the theme "eunuchs/castrati". It's listed in the tags as "castration", which would have been a rather different story. I have been as accurate as possible with the theme, but do not guarantee all details are correct. ;-) Thanks to Clauclauclaudia for very short-notice beta work.

Link to post

This one was odd to work on. The themes for November were clamps, costumes, eunuchs/castrati, and symphorophilia (arousal by watching or causing destruction and/or death). "Costumes" didn't really seem like enough to me, and I hate clamps so much that it's hard for me to write about them. Symphorophilia would be easy ... but I wasn't in the mood for something that dark. So I wrote castration because I didn't want to write darkfic. Um....

Researching physiological details was truly weird. I found support services for castrated men, historical notes on castrati, and quite a lot about self-castration, either for practical reasons or as a one-use-only fetish. o_0

Writing Sirius/Peter was also weird. I'm generally a Sirius/Remus person.

This is going to be another one of those fics no one reads, isn't it?

Just a few points today:

• My final grade for school posted today and I'm ecstatic that it was a 98.5% it brought my GPA up to 3.8 which is still shy of honors but not by much. I can't even begin to tell you how great it feels to be done with school.


• Found a loaner Blackberry at work so I'm not without a phone this weekend. A new one's been ordered for me so it's only temporary but the poor thing is so old it has the Cingular logo on it. Hehehehe. It gets my email and I can get text and make calls so it's good for now.


• Mom finally caved and signed up for a 2-year contract with T-Mobile. She's been month to month for close to 10 years. I kid you not! In that time she's paid bills ranging from $140 to $210 but wouldn't sign a contract. I could not get her to budge. Today, she finally agreed and we got new phones and added the daughter to the plan.


• Tonight is family game night so we're waiting for orlando_mcnally to come home from his Poker gig to play. I should've taken a nap like I usually do. It's usually a late night.


• I'm going to search for silver and green Christmas decorations tomorrow. It's a Slytherin year. If you'd like to send me Christmas decorations this year in lieu of cards, I would greatly appreciate it.


• My medical benefits have gone up for next year but I had to choose the non-deductible plan. The plan I have now is $500 family deductible and we haven't even met that this year and it's NOVEMBER. Plan premium's gone up by $100 per month, at least I'm hoping it's per month and not biweekly or I'm going to have a coronary.

Off to finish plotting the Harry/Draco fic. I actually added 500 words to it yesterday! Yay me!

Okay, so yeah. We went to see Zombieland tonight. I was 500 words shy of daily quota (but am still ahead by nearly half of tomorrow's, thanks to yesterday's push,) and I decided that I wanted a real, grown-up date, with dinner out, and nice drinks, and, apparently, zombies.

It was laugh out loud, ridiculously funny, that movie. Predictable leik whoa, and probably the closest America will ever get to a zombie movie in league with Sean of the Dead. Zombies come from eating mad cows, apparently. Who knew?

Look, this movie isn't gonna change anybody's life, but it will make you guffaw at Woody Harrelson fan-humping *Secret Stealth Celebrity Cameo who's name I am withholding*'s leg in an epic geek-out moment. Or the four-gun funeral salute, with pause in the middle to reload the double-barrel. Or the Purel scene. Or the squeaky nose.

I'm just sayin.

And I'm also sayin, for a movie in which The Rules Of Survival play such a prominent role, how the HELL is it that when the Hummer rolls up on the gates of Pacific Playland, and pushes gently through as twilight gives way to dusk, Dominus and I were the ones who leaned over to each other and murmured "Rule one: Don't go at night. Rule two: Don't go alone. Rule three: Save the last bullet for yourself." Sadly, none of those rules made an appearance in this film. Though they should have done, as they were all broken at one point or another.

Still, I believe I will officially add Zombieland's rule two to the list from now on, as it bears keeping in mind.
Double tap. Always double tap.

Wow, OK, hi. This week can go screw itself over on a pointy stick. Like, really. Wow. I've been back from the beach since Sunday morning and have done nothing but work since Tuesday. And that's because I had a holiday on Monday or else it'd have been non-stop work since Monday. And I literally mean non-stop, because I was even working in my sleep. What little sleep I managed to get anyway.

Anyway, Sunday I took to catch up on all the TV I missed over the week and then Monday I started on my skip-300 flisting spree and managed to get it down to skip=75. Then, I basically... wasn't online pretty much all this week because of all the overtime and all the bringing work home with me and the stormy weather and the power going out and, oh lookit, my flist is back up to skip=200 *flails*

Speaking of TV, on the way back home (after another hour of overtime at work, oh joy) I watched this week's SYTYCD which my sister downloaded for me because she's a sweetheart when she wants to be and she felt sorry for me heh ( Spoilers for SYTYCD 12 here )

Still haven't watched this week's SPN or Vamp Diaries. There was no new Glee this week and I don't think White Collar has even aired yet? If it has, the download isn't available yet anyway. Speaking of White Collar, let's talk about it up to last week, yeah? ( Cut for White Collar spoilers )

Tomorrow I get my hair cut YAY! Not that I'll do any drastic changes to it or anything but it's gotten to the point where it just won't behave *sighs*

It's the weekend, peoplez! \o/\o/\o/

My toes are partially numb but I am in a ridiculously happy mood. Why? I went to see Poe Evermore at the PA Ren. Faire tonight.

I spent a half an hour silently shipping Irving/Longfellow. Longfellow blew a cork into Irving's ear. Mary Shelly had a mental fit. And Poe cracked jokes about his own stories, and gave us the run down of Pit and the Pendulum and The Fall of the House of Usher in under a minute.

He also insisted The Stylus would only involve happy, smiley poems.

Yeah. Yeah, it just was that kind of show.

http://feeds.penny-arcade.com/~r/pa-mainsite/~3/frlk1_3rAxo/

Tycho: It's back! The ultimate in friction-free, ultra-lightweight charity engines is here, ready to transform the slightest movements of your finger into much-needed respite for young people. Here's what's up: We've got New Hospitals this year, a tender cross-section of facilities you've directed us to over the past year. Focus your Charity Beam on Dayton, Cleveland, Colorado Springs, Boise, Memphis, or (for Canadian readers) Victoria, Ottawa and St. John's. The Sponsors you see on the main page have gotten the ball rolling to the tune of two-hundred and sixty thousand dollars. Not a bad take before the thing even starts, huh? ...

I have decided to start a temp agency. If you are looking for work or looking for prospective hires, you may want to check out this post over on LJ. :)

Thanks to the most diligent alicit, we all now have a Harvest sprite on our scroll! *smishes her* Please turn the eggs and pet the dragons if you wish. Mind the teeth.

Little Halo's scroll and hatchling:

Little Secret's scroll and hatchling:

My scroll and eggs: ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

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Tycho: We spent quite a bit of time trying to determine how we felt about the Dragon Age situation described in today's comic - a character appears in your camp who offers a questline that is only available in downloadable content. The character is literally a salesman. Is this an act of abominable evil? Or is the mass of this evil sufficient to unfold itself - like a Popple - into a creature capable of love? The very moment that the Collector's Edition became available for purchase, I did so. You might imagine that, having done an eight page project for ...